"Are there so many people?" Forget Chan looked at a red-eyed child with a sad face, "They killed all my relatives! all of them should be damned!" the child pointed at the old monk's nose and scolded viciously.

"Oh, then how do you want me to die!" the old monk asked suddenly, as if he were watching him have fun.

"How do you die! What are you most afraid of? I'm going to let you die in pain?" said the child viciously, his tone firm, his eyes wide.

"What I fear most is that I have to get up early every day to recite the scriptures, so I am often lazy!" the old monk said with a smile.

"Then I'll wake you up every morning to recite the scriptures!" said the child, still unrelentingly.

"Hahaha! " The old monk laughed.

"Hmph!" Worry-free took his burden and walked out of the meditation room, just in time to see Master Forgetfulness who had been guarding the door, and when Forgetfulness saw him come out, he pulled him over, "Follow me!"

Master Forgetfulness brought Carefree to a side hall of the Buddha Hall, which also enshrines a few small Buddhas, this place Worry-free is rarely comes, he often worships the Buddha with the master in the front hall, and the Master Forgetfulness did not take care of him after coming, but looked around, for a while I saw the Master Forgetfulness brush his sleeves, and the spiritual power rushed to the arm, revealing strong muscles, and pushed a large sleeping Buddha on the ground against the wall, revealing a dark hole behind the wall, a hole in the ground!

"This is left over from the temple when it was first built, just in case of emergency, and I used to sneak out from here with Forget Zen to play. Forgetfulness explained.

"The old monk does seem to sneak out, he doesn't like to chant scriptures. Carefree said with a gloomy face.

Forgetting to know that he felt uncomfortable, he said solemnly: "Don't worry! We will never see each other again today, and your master and I both know about your demon cultivation! Uncle Shi just conveyed it for your master, and he said, no matter what you learn, don't forget the Dharma he taught you." ”

"Master, he," said Carefree in surprise, "yes! The old monk is so powerful, how could he not know." ”

Master Forgetfulness also sighed: "But Uncle Shi thinks it's a good thing for you to learn demon cultivation, Uncle Shi is useless, I can't protect you, I apologize to you on behalf of Quanqingfeng Temple!" After speaking, he knelt down on the ground.

"Plop!" the great monk fell to his knees and made a loud noise!

Wu Wu also hurriedly knelt on the ground and shouted, "Uncle Shi!"

"The monk has lived for most of his life, and now he can only send you to live the days of the end of the world, how can I still have the face to answer your uncle, let's go! This is not the place where you should stay after all. Forget the old tears, help him up, and push him into the hole.

Worry-free in the tunnel, still stubbornly watching Forgetfulness and refusing to leave, Master Forgetfulness threw him a wooden box: "Then, if you have it in front, don't panic!" "Remember, live well!"

"Hmm. The tunnel nodded silently, and a familiar smell came from the wooden box.

Seeing that he was still struggling, Master Forgetfulness stomped his feet and said, "Let's go!" After speaking, he pushed the sleeping Buddha back again, blocking the tunnel.

"Master Forgetli, the front yard can't be stopped!" said a little monk again.

"Let's go!" Master Forgetli's figure flashed out of the side hall and went straight to the hall.

There were already people standing outside the front door hall, and the old man before shouted loudly: "Why hasn't Master Forgetfulness come yet, I'm afraid I won't let the fox demon run away! Don't let the fox demon run away." ”

The group he led picked up the guys one after another, and wanted to rush to the back of the main hall, "Slow, it's against you, my Buddhism is a pure place, in fact, you will enter when Xiao Xiao's junior says." The abbot stood on top of the main hall and said in a loud voice, "The sound of the six links of the Buddha Gate is a great thing!" and the ears of the people were numb.

"You want to do it?" said the old man disdainfully.

"Hmph, do it, I said it's a dog beating!" A voice came from above the main hall, and Master Forgetfulness came to everyone in a blink of an eye.

"In recent days, it has been a memorial day for Zen forgetting, and the whole of my temple has to do things for him, so that he can spend his family forever. It's better for the donor to be honest, this matter is in vain even if your sect is here. The abbot said calmly, holding the Buddha beads in his hand, and Master Forgetfulness also stood aside, stalemate for a while.

"Old monk, you call me? That's the master of Forgetzen before, and now he's gone, let me go in and collect it!" The old man beckoned, and everyone rushed forward.

The disciples listened to the order and swore to protect the mourning hall of Master Wangzen. The abbot said coldly with his staff.

The monks also took out their long sticks and put on a defensive posture.

The exit of the tunnel leads to the thatched hut at the foot of the temple mountain, the thatched hut has been abandoned for a long time, full of dead grass and dust, a door panel was pushed up, and out of it came out a handsome monk, red eyebrows and charming eyes, very weird, he was choked by the dust of the house, kept coughing, hurriedly ran out of the wooden house, pounced on the dust on his body, looked around, and ran to a small road.

A farmer who happened to pass by, a buffalo dragging a wooden cart and holding a cart of fruits, saw the little monk and asked, "Where is the little master going?"

"Where are you going?" asked Sanssouci rhetorically. "Ha, how can you ride in a car like this, and ask where others are going, I'm going to Uro City, are you going?" said the farmer with a smile.

"I'm just going there. "Haha, they all say that you monks talk about fate, and even hitchhikers, haha, come up!" replied the farmer.

"Fate!Qingfeng Temple, goodbye, and the monk. "Worry-free getting in the car and looking back at the temple on the mountain.

In the temple, the abbot fell to the ground and vomited a mouthful of blood: "You actually brought it with you!" The old man held a small dagger in his hand, glowing with blood, surrounded by the appearance of a small snake.

"Take it for me! Find the little monk and take it away. "The old man has a hideous face.

"Is that your temple?" asked the farmer.

"Yes! it used to be!" said Carefree wistfully.

"Oh, is the little monk still vulgar?" said the farmer.

"Sort of!

"Let's eat a fruit!" the farmer took out a fruit and handed it to him, and hesitated for a moment, "Don't worry, it's not poisonous!" the farmer looked at him with a smile.

"Come, worry-free, eat!" said the old monk.

"I don't eat, I woke you up today, you're afraid you're going to hate me. The little monk said.

"Oh, haha, don't worry, it's not poisonous! I'll eat it for you first. The old monk took a big bite of the chopsticks and the meal.

Carefree took the farmer's fruit and said, "Thank you!"

"Hey, you're welcome, the fruits of our Lingguo Village are delicious. The farmer continued, but suddenly found Sanssouci holding the fruit and crying. He kept saying, "Thank you!"

"Oh, you kid, aren't you just a fruit?" said the farmer, puzzled.